I didn't believe it was actually going to happen until I was speeding down the runway at Kansas City airport in a plane bound for Cancun. I had been begging my parents to let me go for the past six-months and they finally relented. It was our high school senior trip. You have to understand, my parents are very religious and very strict. This was the first time I had ever been allowed to travel without them. In fact, this was the first time I had been anywhere on my own.
I was thankful that only 10 or so seniors from our class were going. Not only was I ready to get away from most my classmates from our small town high school, but I didn't want anything that I did getting back to my parents. My best friend Lyndse and Beth had come along, and was probably the only reason my parents let me go. Little did my parents know that they were much wilder than I, although I had never had the chance.
I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I knew I wanted to get drunk and kiss guys. Little did I know that things would go much farther than I could ever have imagined. Let's put it this way, I arrived in Mexico a virgin, but left having had more sexual experience than most people do their whole lives.
Day 1: The First for many things.
"Wow!" Lyndse said to me as I walked out of the fitting room. "Where have you been hiding that body girl?"
I looked in the mirror noticing my face was turning red hearing Lyndse's comment. I have never been in public with so little on. I was wearing a yellow thong bikini that left little to the imagination. I had to admit, though, I thought I looked good in it too. My four years of playing soccer for my high school had paid off. A short time later I left the little bikini shop with a yellow and a white thong bikini in my bag, along with a sarong to cover up with when going out to the beach.
We had arrived at our hotel in mid morning. Once we settled into our room, we headed out to the shops. Lyndse really wanted to get a new bikini before we set out for the beach. I needed one too. The only swimsuit I owned was a one piece. My mother would not hear of me wearing a bikini, and she would die if she knew I had bought a thong.
After some more shopping,mostly buying outfits to wear to the clubs, we headed back to the hotel. We each had made appointments at the beauty salon to get manicures, pedicures, and bikini waxes. We sat at the bar, under a hut, by the pool sipping on margueritas. Just a few steps down from the bar was the beach. There were a lot of people laying out, and most of the women were topless. I was a little nervous when I thought about laying out at the beach topless myself, but I figured if everyone else was doing it, then I would be okay.
I was a little buzzed as I made my way to my salon appointment. It was a strange feeling since I had never really had any alcohol before. In fact, I never had a bikini wax before, and I was a little apprehensive. The idea getting my hair ripped from its roots in such a sensitive area did not appeal to me.
My pedicure and manicure went by smoothly, and afterward the manicurist told be to go to the back room for the wax.
"Hi," I said opening the back door. "I'm here for my wax."
"Oh, yes, yes," said a small woman in thick glasses with a thick slavic accent. "Come sit down."
"Are you from...[awkward pause]...Mexico?" I asked knowing that she probably wasn't.
"Oh, my accent? Thank you for such a nice way of putting it," she said laughing. "I'm from Poland. Now, what can I do for you?"
"My friend told me to get the Sphynx," I said.
"Oh," she said looking at me with an excited expression. "The Sphynx. I can do that for you. You must take off your shorts."
I took off my shorts and sat on the chair, in my panties, waiting.
"Your panties too," she told me with a somewhat puzzled expression.
"Oh," I said pulling off my panties, and feeling self conscious.
"You know where the name came from?" she asked spreading my legs, and making me lift my hips up while she inspected, my now, fully exposed pubic area.
"No," I said. I felt like I was at the doctors gettting an exam. I had no idea that this would be so involved.
"The Sphynx is a hairless cat from Egypt," she replied as she clipped off some of my pubic hair with her scissors.
Normally, I would have been mortified with such intimate contact just like when I saw my doctor for my yearly exam. I don't know if it was the drinks I had, but I felt strangely relaxed.
"I like you, you're nice and clean. So many girls come in here not clean. I think people don't realize how intimate the session will be. You know, between the cheeks and all. It's the biggest problem, not being clean" she said as I felt her fingers probing around my crotch.
It felt kind of good, and I was a little surprised at my feelings. I figured it must have been the drinks.
"I haven't had anyone come in for a Sphynx yet this summer. Brazilians, yes...lots of those, but no Sphynx."
"What's a Brazilian?" I asked.
"You know, just like a Sphynx except for a tiny thatch of hair on top," she told me. "I must tell you; the Sphynx takes guts and not everyone has a lover who deserves a Sphynx. All lovers, men and women, fall in love with the Sphynx."
My mind worked slowly on what she was saying. I felt confused, and didn't understand. Wasn't I just getting a simple bikini wax? Then, as I felt warmth of the wax on my skin, it hit me what exactly a Sphynx was.
